Sensitive Ears
A Anjandev Roy
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There is a stranger,
He is lean and pale,
Wearing a tattered cloth,
He is waiting for someone,
Some people see him in amazement,
'Who is he?
Why is he in this great sphere? '
They ask each other with their snobbish attitude,
The lean stranger listens everything with his sensitive ears,
He smiles and mutters,
'Dear friends!
Don't fear,
I am here
For your welfare,
See me
And recognise me.'
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